The crisp, early Autumn night air hits my fur harder than usual, getting through to my skin.
For the first time, Tate picked up the speed without much regard for my comfort, which isn't too bad, since I already got used to flying, at least a little bit.
"We sure are in a rush tonight, huh?"
"Yep!"
"Is there any point to me asking 'why'?"
"It is if you wanna break awkward silence."
"Will I even get a response?"
"Nope, you'll see when we get there.
It's a surprise!"
"Is it a good surprise, or a murder surprise?"
(**Scribbles: I TOLD YOU!**)
"I would never murder you!
You're too cute!"
"You get away with it this time, on behalf of the compliment."
One statement from him and the cold air no longer bothers me, in fact, one more and my blood will start boiling.
We make our way towards a deep part of the forest.
The occasional clearings are the only reference points I can find.
